Boone’s silence wasn’t uncertainty. It was presence. Her instincts told her he knew exactly how to use his size and strength — not just to take, but to control. The simple thought made her pussy throb and clench, her whole body lean forward to chase it.
Kenny breathed in. “We know one thing that works for you. We’ll start the negotiations as if it’s a yes, while understanding you’re still deciding. What do you think we need to know about you?”
Willow wrapped her hands around her coffee mug. “I like rituals, rules, schedules. The first and last don’t work for a single scene, so I guess I need to know your protocols and expectations.”
“Rules for us,” Kenny said, “will be to figure out the problem for ayellowand stop for ared. To respect your hard limits. To make sure all four of us are fulfilled when it’s over.”
“Rules for you,” Boone said, “Will be to obey the instant an order is given. Speak with respect.”
“No orgasm without permission,” Kenny added.
She shook her head. “I don’t do so well with that, and I won’t agree to something I can’t follow through on. If you don’t want me to orgasm, don’t fucking make me come.”
Kenny lifted his brow, and a dark flicker of predatory appraisal passed through his eyes, but she held his gaze without flinching. “I haven’t agreed to submit. We’re negotiating as equals.”
“Okay,” Silas said. “No rules about orgasms. How do you feel about pain?”
She turned to Silas without hesitation, happy for the question because pain was honest and straightforward, but she’d never agreed to let someone deny pleasure and didn’t intend to start now. Why bother fucking three men if she couldn’t orgasm her fucking head off?
“If you find the right balance of sting and thud,” she told Silas. “You can spank or flog me until the cows come home and I won’t safeword. Until the bruising is so bad it’d be dangerous if I was human.”
Now it wasn’t just her lust scenting the room, but everyone’s, a thick blend of male and female, wolf and hawk, heat and hunger.
She turned back to Kenny. “No tickling. Lots of lube and sufficient prep for anal. No scat, no ass-to-mouth, and my tongue doesn’t touch anyone’s asshole. Leave my feet, knees, and hands alone. I’m not opposed to some light watersports because I get the whole wolves-marking-territory thing, but let’s leave that off the table for a no-strings scene. Also, for a single scene, no blood or electrical play.” She went through the other possibilities. “No sensory dep, not even a blindfold for this first scene. How involved do I need to get beyond that? My arms don’t go into a single sleeve so don’t try to force them into it. Reverse prayer isn’t going to last more than a few minutes.”
The room had gone still again. Not tense, just watchful. Focused. She was baring more than logistics, and they all knew it.
“Works for a single scene,” Kenny said. “I’m big on rituals too, so I’ll see what we can work in. You didn’t argue when Boone mentioned a dick down your throat. You good with breath play?”
“Normally, for a first scene? No way in hell, but you’re all wolves, and you’ll stop before I’m in serious trouble.”
And the new Alpha was supposedly a harsh taskmaster while also being kind and compassionate — and damn if that combination didn’t work for her. Add in Silas’s protectiveness and Boone’s size, and she might’ve stumbled into a submissive’s dream. Orherdream, anyway.
“We have zip-ties, belts, Silas’s wooden spoon, potato chip clips, duct tape, paracord and carabiners, ratchet straps, broom to use as a spreader bar.” Kenny looked at the other wolves. “Anything I’m missing?”
Her breathing had gone shallow, and she could feel heat creeping up her neck. Every item on his list made her pussy clench, not just from arousal, but from the intoxicating thrill of being used as a project. A shared mission.
“Load-bearing beam,” Boone said, glancing to the ceiling over the great room. “Put some of our work gloves on her to keep the zip-ties from cutting into her skin when we pull them tight enough so she can’t pull out, and then string her up under the beam.”
Kenny nodded and looked back to her. “Any of that gonna hit against a hard limit you haven’t already listed?”
Willow’s stomach somersaulted and flip-flopped. It wasn’t nerves, but the giddy, dangerous flutter of standing at the edge of exactly what she’d been starving for.
But this wasn’t the time to pant and agree to just anything, so she told him, “No duct tape directly on my skin. Careful withthe paracord, I’m not a fan of having blood supply cut off enough that body parts turn colors and get cold. I’d prefer a warm-up before you get too intense with the impact play, but that’s a request and not a stipulation.”
“One more important piece of information,” she said. “I’m on birth control.”
And since shapeshifters don’t have to worry about catching any nasties, they could be skin-on-skin. Real contact.
Chapter 4
Willow stood in Kenny’s shower and washed herself with his scentless soap made for shifters, because wolves prefer to smell the person without all the fake crap.
She’d read his rules twice. Hair in a high ponytail to keep from having to wash and dry it. Use his soap everywhere else. Dry her body off completely, and then come to them with no clothing, no jewelry, and no hesitation. Stand with feet shoulder-width apart in the center of the rug, fingers intertwined at the back of her head, facing the front wall of the cabin. Chin up, eyes lowered. Speak only when asked a direct question, with aSirsomewhere in each response.
Simple. Clear. And somehow it made her pulse race more than any dirty threat could have.
She dried herself carefully, draped the towel over the rack, and forced herself to walk out into the living room like she hadn’t just rehearsed her posture in the mirror.
